Simon's chase to find you was no mere coincidence, but an evil bestowed upon him by a higher force.

He and his crew were left to wander aimlessly, seeking a remedy for their cruel and ruthless fate that stripped them of their humanity. By day, just mere mortal men; in the light of the moon, undead shadows - their souls crying for shelter.

"Merman's tears—so went the tale—could relieve the spell."

Your frantic fin's movements won't do you any favors. He remains relentless, his blade piercing through your tail with no remorse.

In his eyes, the coldest fury. A stare seething with contempt.

"Make yourself useful and cry for us, you bloody sea demon," Simon hisses, his sharp eyes peering deep into yours. "Or I'll feed you to the sharks!"